Lion Head Mesa Wedding Party: Restful

Reyson wasn't sure if he could put into words how Akashingo made him feel, but it was not a pleasant feeling. He felt at odds without routine and other warriors and there was so much noise, and movement. He would adapt though, that was what a good soldier did.

Reyson frowned. Mazoi are the servants you spoke of in Mereo? I have not seen anyone, but my own party and you thus far.

Reyson shifted, his body moving to shield her's from the movements of others, there was no untoward motion with it, and truth be told he hadn't even realized he had done it, but it was a training ingrained upon him from youth.

Where this princess was taught court politics, and how to soothe and make other's adore. Reyson was taught blood and bone and death.